The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-10-21
tell Us who the charmer is. at all

Duu WHICH, tHe Two young men KNOCK.
ed and rang the bell, they became
aware, to their surprise, of n
great connection within. There
was a noise OF q chain being put
across the door, a hurrying of feet,
and a clatter of tire-irons, and above
all the din the poodle barked furious.
ly.
"Ofcers!" some one cried in an
angry voice, "On no account let
them in"
A window above the porch was now
thrown up, and an elderly mar with
a very long face and very white wits.
kers desired the young men to be
gone.
"Does Mr.. Smith live here, sir?" in
quired Pollux, with his best and
most courteous manner.
mo, sir, he does not. This is a lu.
matte asylum, and l am q mad doc
tor. Ifyou value your liberty you
will be gone. No one is allowed to
enter here, and especially no-faugh!-
soldiers"
"Is the young lady a patient we
just saw go in?" asked Castor, sur.
prised.
eyes, Sir, she is. Mad as a halter.
Homicidal mania. Don't you aver at
tempt to speak to her, or she may cut
your throat. Carries q carving-knife
in her muff. Here, John, show these
-hum-gentlemen out"
The window went down with a bang,
and tall footman, coming round from
the rear OF tho house, politely escorted
the officers to thegate.
81 say, john" quoth Pollux, twid-
Cling Il sovereign between the fingers oil
his lavender kids, "who's that old
bloke, eh?"
John regarded the gold attentively
with one eye. CHATS MI. Landon,
hisself. Horful rich, but vulgar. He's
made his money in trade, you see, SO
you must excuse him."
"And the girl, John; what about tie
young lady?' asked Castor excitediy.
"That's our daughter, a namiable
but 'aughty young 'ooman. NJ fol
lowers allowed" said John significant
ly. Especially the milingtary.'
But why, John, why?"
"Can't say, sir. Pm sure. / only
state Jacks. Now, sir, l must go back.
If Mr.. Landon was to see me, I'd lose
my place. THANK you, sir, thank you;
very sorry, but must lock the gate"
which he did.
And they were locked out on the
dusty road forthwith.
As Castor pensively turned home
wards he saw something white, like q
handkerchief, wavefroma top window.
His spirits rose with a bound, and,
singular enough, he never mentioned
the circumstance to his dear friend
Pollux.
All! If he had but known that this
was only a frisky freak ofMiss Wizard,
the duenna, into whose head there
suddenly came a phantasy OF q dis
tressed damsel in a turret and of two
young knights attempting her rescue.
The circumstances, however, was
enough to fan the spark-the bolt
from the blue-in Castor's bosom to a
flame. while, as for his friend, he
walked on, wrapt in contemplation OF
Johns allusion to Mr.. Landon's
wealth and "w%ulgarity."
Next day, and next day, and the
next, the two friends strolled down to
Marine Villa, and smoked many cigars
on the little pier. but to no purpose.
No one came out OF the little green
gate, and no one went in; nevertheless
they enjoyed a beautiful view OF the
drawing.room windows.
otis not satisfying, you know"
said Castor, "but it is better than
nothing, seeing where she is"
~ tell you what, my dear fellow"
said Pollux; "this can't go on nohow.
/ must have money, for the duns are
all down on me in shoals, and my re.
spected progenitor Is in the same fix
as myself, since all his tenants down
at Castle Pollux refuse to pay him the
'rint.'"
"Hang your filthy lucre! I only
want her eyes"
ut strikes me, my child, that you
are very far gone. But sitting here
smoking wont do us much good in the
way OF either optics or rupees. The
question is, how to get in"
81 am sure she is kin%d-hearted,"
said Castor. "see how she Rugged
that poodle-lucky dog"
Come! That's good" cried Pollux.
"Happy thought; let US test it,"
"How?"
This way, sonny. You tumble in
to the water here, off this pier, and
I will plunge in and rescue you. Man
overheard! Great sensation, you
know. Gallant conduct! Carried in
to the drawing-room by John.
smelling-bottles, brandy; put to bed!
Bless you, my children. EGO, 600
down, and ego. 900 more at my death!
Old man now and can't live long!
Upon my word, it's glorious" cried
Pollux enthusiastically.
Except for onething," returned his
friend, sarcastically; chat you might
drown here and be blessed, for any
one that would see you from the
house."
"Now, my dear child, you are the
veriest tyro ever met. AS if l have
not the charmer peeping at us through
the lace curtains at the centre win
dow this half hour past. Looking OF
me, remember, not you, my boy"
"By Jove!" starting up, "you don't
say so! Where?"
"Therel You've gone and done it
now! She's scuttled off like q mouse.
That comes OF wearing an eye-glass-
you can't see."
g Y Siro you hpNC olltLScu
this plot very nicely for yourself, my
dear Pollux. am to fall in and be
the duffer that gets drowned, while
you are to be the hero, the brave
preserver, and SO forth-no, thank
YOU"
"But think OF the pity a corpse ex.
cites, and the brandy and water, and
that blue-eyed charmer putting hot
stockings-her own, perhaps-fun OF
salt to youl poor feet"
Gay, my good Pollnx, and of your
whispering into her ears all the time.
No, the sorra a bit of re vii! be the
corpse. Iounaay, If you like"
"Well as you say yourself, it is bet
ter than nothing. III be the damp,
moist, unpleasant body, but it's no
use to-day. There's q flutter in the
dovecote, and we may just as well go
home to lunch"-which they did.
The next day was Sunday, and
there was only early church parade.
The two young officers strolled down
to the cottage by the sea, and having